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5/31/2025, 2:43:32 AM
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You got quite a few strange looks from the commoners and lower nobility as the four of you marched through the main street, having a beautiful woman in a maid outfit dragging a wagon with a “corpse” in it tends to do that, you suppose. Doubly so when the coffin bangs every now and then, but a flash of the medallion keeps anyone from asking questions, even when three of you are wearing maid outfits. Thank the Goddess for illusionary hair dye. Not even the guards ask too many questions, though you make certain to avoid anywhere that Royal Guards might lurk. With the amount of detours you have to take, what should be only a few hours walk takes until almost nightfall. Not your most glamorous moment, oh, how your followers back in the Academy would laugh if they saw you now. But you can’t bring yourself to care, you’re still riding the high the investigation gave you. It’s not every day a lady gets to catch a break this big. I mean, sure, you’ve fantasized that the creep from your school days was an evil psychopath earthbent on your destruction, but for that to be a reality? The stars must have aligned for you.
So you do what anyone would after a long and arduous day and indulge yourself in your satisfaction and coast through the return to the Cathedral, the putting of Rory in what Asher or Marie would describe as “witness protection,” the dropping off of the casket in the alien basement, and the lengthy explaination you give Beneger and the Lord Iqnuisitor with Maire by your side and Alyssa standing ever-vigilant behind you.
“I told you she was a good pick,” The Lord Inquisitor says with a similar air of satisfaction, as if he’s done anything but sit on his fat behind, to Lord Beneger, who stands at the opposite end of the long table you, Marie, and the Lord Inquisor sit at.
The old man ignores him, “This seems almost too good to be true. If you didn’t have the reputation you have, I’d wager you were a liar, Your Highness.” You do not preen at the praise, you do not, “But I’ll leave all that hogwash for the shower tonight.”
“High praise,” The Lord Inquisitor comments.
Lord Beneger clicks his tongue, “The facts of the matter is you’re the only group of investigators I’ve sent out that have found any lead. More than that, you’ve found a clear connection between the Bloodgraves and Heaven Society, captured a Stranger alive, and discovered a motive for at least the heir to the family. It is quite easy to assume why Lord and Lady Bloodgrave would assist in this as well, that is assuming they are aware of their son's activities. This is good work.”
“Buuuuuuut?” The Lord Inquisitor chimes in.
You got quite a few strange looks from the commoners and lower nobility as the four of you marched through the main street, having a beautiful woman in a maid outfit dragging a wagon with a “corpse” in it tends to do that, you suppose. Doubly so when the coffin bangs every now and then, but a flash of the medallion keeps anyone from asking questions, even when three of you are wearing maid outfits. Thank the Goddess for illusionary hair dye. Not even the guards ask too many questions, though you make certain to avoid anywhere that Royal Guards might lurk. With the amount of detours you have to take, what should be only a few hours walk takes until almost nightfall. Not your most glamorous moment, oh, how your followers back in the Academy would laugh if they saw you now. But you can’t bring yourself to care, you’re still riding the high the investigation gave you. It’s not every day a lady gets to catch a break this big. I mean, sure, you’ve fantasized that the creep from your school days was an evil psychopath earthbent on your destruction, but for that to be a reality? The stars must have aligned for you.
So you do what anyone would after a long and arduous day and indulge yourself in your satisfaction and coast through the return to the Cathedral, the putting of Rory in what Asher or Marie would describe as “witness protection,” the dropping off of the casket in the alien basement, and the lengthy explaination you give Beneger and the Lord Iqnuisitor with Maire by your side and Alyssa standing ever-vigilant behind you.
“I told you she was a good pick,” The Lord Inquisitor says with a similar air of satisfaction, as if he’s done anything but sit on his fat behind, to Lord Beneger, who stands at the opposite end of the long table you, Marie, and the Lord Inquisor sit at.
The old man ignores him, “This seems almost too good to be true. If you didn’t have the reputation you have, I’d wager you were a liar, Your Highness.” You do not preen at the praise, you do not, “But I’ll leave all that hogwash for the shower tonight.”
“High praise,” The Lord Inquisitor comments.
Lord Beneger clicks his tongue, “The facts of the matter is you’re the only group of investigators I’ve sent out that have found any lead. More than that, you’ve found a clear connection between the Bloodgraves and Heaven Society, captured a Stranger alive, and discovered a motive for at least the heir to the family. It is quite easy to assume why Lord and Lady Bloodgrave would assist in this as well, that is assuming they are aware of their son's activities. This is good work.”
“Buuuuuuut?” The Lord Inquisitor chimes in.
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